twig

Today I feel like I feel fine,
Cuz I've had a full bloody breakfast,
And half a sip of wine.

Can't say everything's alright,
Cuz it's all over too fast,
But I'm still holding up a losing fight.

They say nothing in life comes easy,
Nothing but me apparently,
And the boys I fuck unfortunately.

Everything I say comes in bursts,
I'm a whore for temporary comfort,
& anything feels better when it hurts.